"Well, you've done enough for everyone there. On behalf of the people of this country, I want you to delay the words of labor"
"... No, it's a bad word."
He is at the front. Sophia speaks against, but Sophia releases the word with her head down after thinking about something for a moment.
In it, only I couldn't take my gaze off him in front of me, and only one of them was in the shape of a raised head.
But the king didn't seem to blame it, he just smiled invincibly and looked down at this one.
"I already know the requirements. Marie and Sir Bettenburg are here, does that mean we're talking about an alliance?
"Yes, Mactoria has already joined... the..."
"What?"
"They have already become part of the Wise Men's Act"
She squeezes out her grieving voice and explains the situation in Mactoria to the king of Peswen.
But he didn't look surprised by it at all.
"Yeah. I know."
"... Huh?
'Cause I'm a wise man's law, too.
"You know, brother there?
Along with the words, the gaze, which had not been sent in any way until earlier, suddenly bumped into each other.
I couldn't react to the sudden events, I just had to shut up.
But Zahr has put his hand on the great sword he has already placed at his feet and has taken a critical stance.
Though the distance is away, his flames also make it possible to burn down one side of this room.
But seeing such an obvious hostility did not break his expression in any way.
"I'm a wise man's law, but I'm not stupid enough not to realize what the world they're after"
"Then why did you get into the Sage Act!?
"... oh, excuse me. You put it a little badly. I believe in the Sage Act four years ago."
Four years ago, he tried to set me up as a wise man and brainwashed the people of Isel, a cult with Dahlia as pope.
No, it's better than it is now in that it shows what a human being will be in after creating a world of equality.
"So I interfered with your memory, wise man. Memories of having your other self, and you. If that's what you've done, you'll have the power to be wise again."
To his words, the people around him turn this way simultaneously.
"... Lazareth, what do you mean?
"Your Majesty is right. Now I have the self of me and the self of me as a wise man. both are willing to do so"
"But you still can't accept that power. Wouldn't you?
He smiles mean and stares at me as if to try.
I couldn't stand that gaze and looked down and suddenly I heard his voice in my ear.
"Don't accept it. With your power, you can afford to crush the Folce and Sage laws by yourself, right?
"... ugh."
I am suddenly surprised and fall behind with a lump behind me.
But what he was saying seemed right at the same time.
If you gain strength as a wise man, you will no longer be harmed.
But is that really okay?
Do I have to live as a wise man again?
Besides, do you have a place for me to be a wise man?
"... sorry, just let me think"
"... Lasalles"
Satisfied even with my vague answer, he nodded with a full grin.
But I couldn't afford to care less about how he was then, I just had my head full about the future.
We were led to the room after Mariarette and I broke up, we were unloaded and given free time.
As for room splitting, me and Sophia. On the other, it took the form of Zahr and Mentila.
I didn't think Sophia and her room was a good idea on the boulder, but Zahr hates Sophia furiously, and Mentila doesn't like women in the first place.
Besides, now that Sophia is for Christ's sake, it must have been unnatural to complain about room splitting.
But I couldn't afford to worry about that right now.
I sit in bed and start thinking about what I just said.
Should I accept my power as a wise man?
Or live as Lazareth?
The former would surely put an end to this war by the end of the week.
But if I did that, it would be two dances in the previous world.
So should we choose the latter?
……
I stared at my own arm once.
One is different, but the other is definitely Lazareth's.
Dirt this hand in the blood again.
I don't like it anymore.
What am I supposed to do with the power of a wise man?
That's when I remembered.
I did vaguely wish to be someone I could save when I was born.
I guess the former also adheres to that in that sense.
Besides, many people should also wish for salvation from the war.
Then...
At that time, a different kind of weight is added to the bed than mine, which prevents enforcement.
Turning to his face, there was Sophia sitting with the wig removed.
"Is a man named Sage amazing enough to end the war alone?
"... yeah, I think it's possible"
"Really? But I didn't really feel that way."
That's what she says, she tells you with a smile.
It's about me, but somewhere with a voice like a story that has nothing to do with me.
"I felt so desperate to protect myself that I felt like a brittle human being that was going to break even now"
"... right"
"But I'm sure that's fine."
"Because no matter who you are, the life you choose is the life of a young man named Lazareth."
I was familiar with that word.
Somewhere far away, kind.
Now, I've erased it from my memory, the words of my loved ones.
... My mind has already decided.
I am both a wise man and a Lasalles.
The moment I thought that, I felt something like a blue sky spread in my mind.
I get it.
What did I want?
It was easy. It was something familiar, too.
I wanted to forgive myself.
I decided to get out of bed and pass the thought on to them.
Maybe Zahr will happen.
But I've already made up my mind.
Their room is next door, and I step on a red carpet once in the aisle and laid on the floor, trying to knock on their door.
At that time, I thought I heard a sound of pichari coming from my feet.
But I don't particularly care to knock on the door, but nobody responds.
... just suspicious and twist the door knob once.
Then the key didn't seem to have originally been on, and the door honestly opened as it was.
But there's no fire in the lantern and I can't see anything, even though it's already dim inside.
"... Zahr? Mentila?"
Call their names.
But no reply.
Once inside, Mentila leaned against the wall on the red carpet and sat in the shape of a long seat.
Apparently, he was pretty tired and knocking on the door didn't respond because he was asleep.
I took a breath and tried to get his body to lie in bed.
Because the right hand cannot be used as such, the shape is created and cured with the left hand.
And when I lifted his body, it lifted unusually lightly.
At the same time, there was a flow of red liquid from his body.
"... Huh?
I know what that means.
But why is he dead when he should have been robbed of death?
Your breathing gets rough and your heart rate jumps.
My chest is going to rip. I also have palpitations.
The smell of spitting coming up from my stomach fills my mouth, passing straight through and spitting it out.
That's when I did see him.
Four years ago, he stood up to us as a wise man's side of the law, looking like him.
"... Fiodora-If...!?
One of the three great nobles, the Cao Sr. of the Iph family.
Fiodora-If.
At the tip of his spear, a red organ was piercing him.